A Quick Poem
In the narrow hovels of a global village
The sun lost its way but not the sermons
With buzz and bang they went high pitch
‘No need to fear, oh heathens, we’re right here’.
Then they dumped all those, broken and rotten
Our landscape acquired a new look—a junkyard
Our ragpickers worked overtime, thrilled and delirious
Generosity only prevails, long live the givers.
My small village lost its name
With concrete barricades and iron towers
With barcodes and hallmarks and certifications
With polythene and cellophane and signages and slogans.
Everything visible got numbers labelled on them
And they got crunched through the digital pulverization
Now nobody could locate or get located
And none can hide from their ubiquitous presence.
And then it happened as assured (predicted?)
We bought and sold everything